Fold Over, November 6th
I feel the tears gathering where it’s too early to see them
Burning like a bonfire inside of my body as I pretend to be immune to my heartache
But the soreness just means that I must be getting stronger
The heart is a muscle, and I want guns baby
Pump shots at the veins, spreading led over bodies
Pencils erase cells turning genes into diamonds
Twisting our spines into double helix glitter buzz
Leaving my DNA in the hairs of your paintbrush
Because pictures are just figures illuminated
By flashes that make us shine brighter than we truly are
So we sit and burn out like fires
Don’t forget about me in the ashes of tomorrow
Blow back time until it’s over the legal limit
You speed demon, roll fast on future
Distance and time put space between us
Go accelerate the speedometer like we wish we could the clock
3 years ago • Notes